There are those who claim,
that love cannot be expressed in words.
There are those who claim,
That a poet can never speak the truth because what she speaks is undefinable.

Love is a lot of things,
It is what makes a docile writer capable of murder,
Capable of sacrificing a whole score of people,
For a single life.
Love is not murder and death,
But something more valuable than life itself.
To protect I would die,
To protect I would kill,
To forget is to die,
And lose the will to live.

Love is being able to die,
So that another can live on,
And love is the reason the living,
For the sake of the dead ~
Have to be strong.
Love is loyalty,
Faithful dedication,
And sometimes involving complete disregard for self preservation.

To protect you I would kill,
To protect you I would die,
But never abandon my will to live ~
Love is the strength to endure,
Torturous distance.
Love is uprooting the mountain,
Of resistance.